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These blue walls have been everything Soon to be nothing My possessions stay whole in my life My persona is (mostly) intact I still have the love of my cat The feel of my soft blanket The comfort of my books And I can't comprehend why this doesn't give me strength These grounds O, the beautiful trees, planted by hands of the family The flowers, the precious flowers The graves of my protectors Mikey Jeffy Chipper The time capsule, planted for my enjoyment upon the day of graduation must now be prematurely returned to society And it Hurts To hear my loved ones tell me this is petty, this is minute Let me remind you of the gentle breeze on your cheek as you read a novel on the hammock The crick that runs through our woods, the deer and morels that reside The blackberry bushes on our hill, the view of the sunset few experience but us Every night The immaculate view of the heavens from our front porch The sound of cicadas in mid June The aroma of pine trees The vibrations of frogs congregating in our swamp The swamp itself, two to be exact Have you even seen the second swamp? I have In fact, I've witnessed our slice of heaven repeatedly, I appreciate it I love it I live it This is my ohm This is my sanctuary This is my religion And like a conversion, this will be difficult New rituals New systems New life It's hard to respect the fact that this is necessary In a way, it just feels Frankly, unnecessary As I lie in bed and think of all that I am about to Lose These blue walls feel constricting under the green roof, inside our barn shaped home They feel sad for you, because You will never understand the beauty within these 17 acres
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Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
The Beauty Within These 17 Acres
These blue walls have been everything Soon to be nothing My possessions stay whole in my life My persona is (mostly) intact I still have the love of my cat The feel of my soft blanket The comfort of my books And I can't comprehend why this doesn't give me strength These grounds O, the beautiful trees, planted by hands of the family The flowers, the precious flowers The graves of my protectors Mikey Jeffy Chipper The time capsule, planted for my enjoyment upon the day of graduation must now be prematurely returned to society And it Hurts To hear my loved ones tell me this is petty, this is minute Let me remind you of the gentle breeze on your cheek as you read a novel on the hammock The crick that runs through our woods, the deer and morels that reside The blackberry bushes on our hill, the view of the sunset few experience but us Every night The immaculate view of the heavens from our front porch The sound of cicadas in mid June The aroma of pine trees The vibrations of frogs congregating in our swamp The swamp itself, two to be exact Have you even seen the second swamp? I have In fact, I've witnessed our slice of heaven repeatedly, I appreciate it I love it I live it This is my ohm This is my sanctuary This is my religion And like a conversion, this will be difficult New rituals New systems New life It's hard to respect the fact that this is necessary In a way, it just feels Frankly, unnecessary As I lie in bed and think of all that I am about to Lose These blue walls feel constricting under the green roof, inside our barn shaped home They feel sad for you, because You will never understand the beauty within these 17 acres
We are moving
elizabeth-o
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elizabeth-o
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Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
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